Well, at least no people died.
Friday night I got a call from a close friend. His 18 year old daughter had run away. He was in shock and a wreck. I told him I would do what I could do to find out what was going on with her. I have known her since the day she was born so I had some ideas.
Saturday morning bright and early I got up, borrowed Graham's car (so she wouldn't recognize it), and I got to investigating.
Steph was in full blown vermin eradication mode. She was scrubbing and spraying and washing and carting indoor animals out doors when I left. At 1030 Emily had an interview with Subway. When they left she set off bug bombs.
It didn't take me long to locate the girlShe was right where her parents thought she might go. I spent the rest of Saturday following her to see what they did. Other than shopping not much. I followed that Cadillac all day.
They went to a shopping center and when I followed them in I drove past BettyBlue. I called Steph and told her to bring me something to eat. Before she could get it to me the Cadillac left. I had to follow. They went to Walmart. I called Steph and told her to bring my food.
After I had a couple of bites to eat I made a decision to use my family as camouflage. The Walmart was close enough to my house that it was not odd that we would be there shopping. We all went in and I got a buggy and tossed some stuff in it. Then we "accidentally" ran into them. She tried to hide behind her friend. She seemed to be ok and I didn't let on that I knew what was going on.
We went back outside. Steph, Emily and Heath left. I continued surveillance. When they got close to the house she was staying at I broke off and beat them home. I parked Graham's car up the road and walked back and sat on the front porch.
When they got home they just sat in the road staring at me. I didn't move. They pulled in the driveway and sat, I didn't move. The sat for almost 15 minutes. For all anyone knew I could have been an incredibly handsome sculpture.
The dad got out and came up and told me to leave. I told him not till I talked to her. He refused. I didn't move. He said he would call the cops. I said go ahead. I stood up and he saw how big I was and decided it might be wise to let me talk to her. So I did.
She is 18. No one can force her to go back home. Once I got her friends parents to shut up and stop trying to tell me what she was going to say I heard in her own words why she left home. It is nothing but teen aged rebellion, but tit could have been far worse. The family she is staying with has a collective IQ of 58, but they are not horrible people, just backwards.
After informing the dad what would happen to him if something happened to her I left to go see my friend.
He was nearly inconsolable that his daughter didn't want to come home. Although, and I did not tell him this, his over strictness was the reason she left. She wanted to be independent, he didn't want her to. There are other factors in play, but in this situation no one is right and no one is wrong.
It took me several hours to calm him down. His wife was afraid he was going to do something stupid and make thing far worse. I finally forced him to talk to me. He calmed down somewhat. I can understand his hurt and anger. I can also understand her leaving.
While I was trying to calm him down Steph sent me a text saying that she was taking Graham to the ER because his heart rate was all over the place. His wife doesn't drive at night. By the time I headed back towards Crouse they were headed home. Doc sent him home with something, I am not sure what. I was tired.
I got home and looked at my phone. It was 9:11. Kind of fitting - 911.
I came in, had some hamburger helper, a half a beer and two shots of Makers Mark. I started to feel a bit better after the emotional roller coaster of the day.
I was in bed at 11:30. Took me that long to unwind.
This morning I got up and could not make coffee!!! We forgot to cover up the Bunn when we fumigated. It had to be cleaned.
I got my magnifying lamp out and checked Heath's head. There was lots of dead things, but nothing moving. He needed a haircut anyhow so the clippers came out and his head got done. He hates haircuts. Imaging trying to give a haircut to a hirsute, rabid octopus. It is not easy.
Once that was done I had Steph cut mine, it was past due as well. Looked like an alpaca had been sheared in the living room.
So after I was as ready as I could be, Emily and I left for Hickory. I stopped for gas and sent her in for.
We went up and got a Saturn. It took some doing to get it. They pulled it out of the yard with their Ford Explorer. The truck needed to be backed up about 8 inches to get the strap hooked up. I told Emily to hop in and move it back. She had no idea how to get it out of gear. It was pretty funny. She has only ever driven a 5 speed.
Once we had the car loaded up we headed home.
Steph had been busy cleaning and vacuuming.
We dropped the Saturn off and then Steph, Heath, and I headed to Charlotte. Emily had to do online training for Subway. She had to complete the training quizzes to be hired.
We got to the guys house, loaded up a Buick Century then left. Only to immediately have to stop. The car had managed to push the tow dolly sideways meaning the back of the truck was trying to go left. When I loaded it I got it too far to the left and it snagged on the fender.
It had to be unloaded and reloaded. Then we headed home.
It was starting to drizzle when we got home. I attempted to turn around in the field. It had evidently sprinkled for longer than I thought. When I was halfway through my turn around the hay wagon the truck went sideways. I managed to straighten it up but lost valuable momentum. I did not clear the top of the hill.
Steph to get the Cavalier and push. I actually went backwards. So Christine was brought around and hooked to the front of Betty. Emily got in the Cavi and we tried again. I moved about 8 inches and stopped again. So the JollyGreenGiant was swapped for Christine and we tried one more time. This time the weight of the Suburban got it done. Not bad for a truck with two gears.
I finally staggered in and sat down.
I had a can of Pringle's so Heath got in my lap and we ate them. Although each one had to be carefully examined under the magnifying lamp first.
It has been a long, strange, emotional, stressful weekend, but at least no one died. Yet.